SHIMMER

  So we were by the lake, a gentle saunter in the gathering dusk. I was, as usual, playing his verbal foil and he, well, he was his usual gruff, taciturn, dismissive self. 'The moonlight's glimmer,' he said. 'No, shimmer,' I said. 'Rubbish,' he said. So I snapped. I drowned him.

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